Elena’s POV
The passage of time was marked not by political events, but by milestones. The first Royal Orphanage had been completed, and it was successful. The integration of the first wave of registered rogues was also a success, and, most importantly, the expanding circumference of my waist.
Eight months after the wedding that became a battle, the Kingdom was transformed. People started to feel hopeful instead of scared. New laws promised that every kid would have a stable home, and there was a chance for those who messed up to turn things around. Fewer mercenaries were needed, and the outlaws preferred a calm life to a chaotic one.
My journey culminated nine months after the wedding, in the same private infirmary wing where Deacon and I had received our wounds and checked on Rafael.
I didn’t give birth to a Crown Prince. I gave birth to a daughter.
Her name was Eliana, a blend of my name, Elena, and a quiet nod to the lunar cycle that governed our
world.
The final scene of my story was not one of war or political triumph, but one of serene domesticity, bathed in the soft morning light of the Royal Suite.
After giving birth, King Desmond and the Queen stepped down from their throne and gave it to Deacon and me, letting us lead the kingdom together with our children.
I’d say it was a surprise. At first, we didn’t want it, but King Desmond was rather persistent and told us they just wanted to rest and let us handle all the worry.
We laughed at that, but deep down, we felt so touched to see how much faith they had in us.
I was sitting in a rocking chair near the window, dressed in a soft silk gown, my body feeling lighter than it had in months. In my arms, wrapped in a blanket the colour of moonlight, was Eliana. She was perfect: tíny, healthy, and quiet, with a fuzz of dark hair and large, inquisitive eyes that hadn’t yet settled on a
colour.
Deacon walked in quietly from the adjoining dressing room, freshly shaven and dressed in simple clothes. He moved with a reverence around Eliana that would have been shocking to anyone who knew the ruthless Alpha King. He bent down and kissed my forehead, then gently touched his lips to Eliana’s.
“Good morning, my Queen,” he murmured. “And good morning, little Princess.”
He settled onto the edge of the chair, his large body dwarfing the delicate furniture, but his presence was a comforting anchor.
“Rafael is downstairs already,” Deacon reported. “He’s insisting on checking every window latch before he comes up. Says he needs to make sure the air is clean for the Princess.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with love for my brave, protective boy. “He’s the best big brother.”
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Chapter 200
NURS
“He is,” Deacon agreed, reaching for my hand. He brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. And you Elena. How do you feel?”
“Like I could conquer the world,” I replied honestly, looking down at the daughter in my arms
Deacon rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arm around us both–the true King surrounded by his entire family.
Then, the door opened, and Rafael entered. He was a little taller now, his shoulders broader from his training, wearing a bright, proud smile. He walked straight to the chair, standing tall and solemn
“Is the Princess awake?” he whispered.
“She is,” I nodded, carefully shifting Eliana so he could see her face.
Rafael leaned in, his eyes wide. He reached out a hesitant finger and gently touched her tiny hand. Eliana’s minuscule fingers curled instinctively around his.
“She’s small,” Rafael observed, a hint of awe in his voice. “We have to teach her to be strong, Mom.”
– “We will,” Deacon promised, wrapping his other arm around Rafael. “We will all teach her
I looked at the scene: my powerful King, humbled by a tiny pup, my brave son, finding gentleness in his new role; and the symbol of our unbreakable future resting quietly in my arms.
I looked out the window, past the restored gardens and beyond the palace walls, toward the city that stretched out to the horizon. I remembered the broken girl who had first walked those halls… The rejected mate, the orphan, the one who was never “Luna material.”
I remembered the years of fighting, the pain of rejection, the fire of the attack, and the cold despair of the dungeon. But all of it… Every single tear, every single blow, every painful moment with Bryson and Glenda, had led me here.
I learned that everything happened for a reason, and despite the suffering we face, it would all be worth it because it would lead us to better days, and I was very blessed.
In life, it wasn’t the titles, inheritance, or fate that mattered. Instead, it was the people around us who made us feel love.
I didn’t just marry a King; I married a man who would work alongside me, help me, and support me.
I turned back to my family, my eyes welling up with happy tears. My hand, bearing the weight of my wedding band and the strength of the silver dagger’s memory, reached out to gently stroke Eliana’s cheek.
“I love you both,” I whispered, speaking to my King and my son. “Thank you for giving me this.”
Deacon leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “No, my Queen. Thank you for giving us a future.”
This was it, the dream I ever wanted. A family of my own. And that’s all I ever wanted, the feeling of being loved and belonging, and I have never been happier.
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Chapter 200
I am no longer rejected.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
